Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Gong,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.